Your black cash, clean as a whistle.
Where is my treat?
On his way.
I don't like to wait.
Sometimes waiting is the best part.
I hate the opera.
I'm wheels up for Moscow at intermission.
The deputy has his nuts in a twist about Havana.
He's threatening to send Guryev down here.
Don't worry.
You're late. He's in a mood.
He's always in a mood.
What's wrong?
I'm not supposed to say.
The council is meeting about you.
Do you know why?
I'm sure I can smooth it over.
How do I look?
Yes.
Go away.
End of the road, Max.
-You've been paid extra to make it hurt. -No. That part's for free.